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Stupid dumb experiments
Last night I tried an experiment. I wanted to test that if I were to drink alcohol, as some reports suggest, would I feel the effect in the morning?
I hate to say this but, drinking alcohol does effect you the next morning.
This has been a health warning by me.
Pictures should be posted at some point when my eyes can focus.
Well, it's goodbye from me.
So it was my last night in London. I finished work about 530 and had plans to go Moon Under Water in Leicester Square for lunch. But the fellow colleague I am down with, had decided he wanted to do some shopping before heading to the pub. Walked up and down Oxford Circus, and he couldn't find a thing that the missus would like. She seems a very picky lass.
Whilst walking up and down Carnaby Street a nice man with a film crew stopped me and asked me to dance. I know I should of said "YES!" and broke in to some ill-shit moves, but instead I whimped out and soon, a TV near you will have me going bright red and buckling under pressure like a whimp. Well and truely gutted at myself for saying no. Although I did get to sign a "release form for not dancing."
Shortley after leaving Oxford Circus the colleague decided to head back to the hotel, at 630.
Which ment I the whole evening to myself.
Here is what I done;
In search for food around Soho I walked in to a few gay bars, picked up leaflets to more gay bar, drank in a few pubs, seen a bar that sold oxygen, ended up in a heavy metal pub, talked to alot of Danish people, heard some great stories, took alot of pictures, met some very attractive lesbians, finally found somewhere to eat at about 12ish (but it was only a maccies as I was skint) and finally headed back to the hotel to which I woke up this morning and noticed that I had been drunkenly writing notes to the maid that has been tidying my room for the past week. Unfortunately my drunk handwriting is even worse then my regualr hand writing, so I havent got a clue what it says.
Here is some comics that I'm reading at the moment.
First day and possible last days?
So, back in the normal office as of today. No more exciting and laid back work load for me. Damn.
Turns out whilst I was away, the call centre has not been getting as many calls lately, this can only mean that the company are doing a good thing.
The flip side, 6 persons have been laid off. I think I'll be looking for a new job from tomorrow, best to be safe then sorry.
Also, when I turned up for work this morning I had two table tennis paddles on my desk. Now even though that these only appeared within the last week, and I have been in London, everyone still thought they were mine.
Good news, the bar maid from the local should be coming round to view the flat as a potential new flat mate.
Only good can come from this.
Papa does preach.
So, there is a new Pope, you might of heard. They've called him Pope Benedict XVI, despite his name really being Joseph Ratzinger. After hearing about this on Five news last night, I was thinking "would that mean that John Paul wasn't really John Paul?"
It never once struck me that John Paul was a very silly name for Polish born person.
Latest signs of insanity
Well, it seems American can get more insane.
Two penguins had to go through routine security checks at an airport when being sent to an aquarium.
Well done America.
Whats another few days
Falling asleep in front of the radio has it's advantage's, like for instance getting woken up by 808 State's, 'Pacific 707.'
Nice!.
No other news really.
Past tense
So, my day off.
Think it's been my first Friday off in some time. Pretty pleased at the weather. A few friends decided to head in to Liverpool for a few pints and do some shopping. As we were getting freshened up, we had had a late night the night before, someone in their drunken state decided to take a bag with some records in to 'impress' young ladies.
Personally I thought they'd never pull it off, but with in an hour of being at the local waiting for the train my two "DJ" friends had pulled two young ladies and told them the do warm up sets for a few clubs in Liverpool. Some people are gullible.
Anyways a few bars later and quite a couple of drinks later as we left La'Go we decided that 8 Great British Pounds Sterling was what we were willing to pay for a mannequin's head.
So as we headed (no pun intended) for the last bar, with mannequin's head in hand it felt like a good day.
As we got to are final destination, Modo's, as I was looking for a seat for moi, mannequin and all a pretty young lady stopped me and asked if should could put make-up on the head. To which of course I agreed. After applying the make-up the young lady left her number.
Best £8 pounds I've spent in a while.